“I’m sorry but we are going to have to do it now.”

“Well,” I say, slinging my bag onto my shoulder, blinking back tears, “this is goodbye.” I reach out to feel his fur beneath my hands for one last time. Goodbye to the happy memories, the sad memories, the funny memories. Goodbye to his elated face, the morning walks and the countless nights we spent together. He pushes his face into my hand, his tail wagging very slowly now, barely a movement against the table. I will never experience a loss like this again.